[Intro: Slimneedabag & Corey Patrick]
(Yeah, yeah, ayy, grr, Christ, CP, Christ, CP, yuh, Slim)
Yeah, chain, wrist, watch, watch
What up, you, not (HOT)
Pull up, got it
Pull up, got it
Pull up, got it, like that

[Verse 1: Corey Patrick]
Boy you the captain of capping, ain't you?
I got so much that it captivate 'em
Got a stunt double, shit acting dangerous
Don't play yourself, that's some masturbation
Where is the cash? Bet I'ma grab it
Oh that's your bitch? Fuck it, I'm savage
If it's designer, you know I'ma bag it
Bring your orange tape if I catch my opp lacking
My n***a Slim like 50 with the Power
My n***a Christ got the passion
Wondering why you ain't see me
I'm selling dope at the mansion
Chanel my bandana
My n***as really be scammers
(Really be scammers)
They do not do it for cameras
They do not build, they got hammers
[Verse 2: Christ Dillinger]
Ten packs of Runtz just camе in the mail
Bitch you know we get thе benji's
And we throw it on the scale (big dope)
Pussy n***a, please don't go in there
All my n***as selling dope
All my n***as got them bands
(All my n***as)

[Verse 3: Slimneedabag]
Pull up, got it, like, that
Spent yo bread on a chain
I spent mine on a gat
Pulled up in a Honda
N***as pulled up in a cat
And we make that bitch scratch
Get the bag and make it stack

[Verse 4: Christ Dillinger]
When I pull up on the scene, they like "oh no"
Watch out, it's Christ, yeah he got the .44
Pussy n***a know I tell a bad bitch where to go
She be sucking dick, she could down a whole soul
Playing with the snow, Christ Dil, eskimo
Bitch I get the pint then I go and pour a 4 (drank)
I want some bitches (drank)
I wanna fuck
I got eighty bands sitting in the fucking trunk
Pussy n***a, sour skunk
N***as smoking Pink Runtz
Now I got a bag, lil n***a
You got options, what you want?
[Verse 5: Corey Patrick]
I know n***as died for some ice like this
Michael touched a lot of kids
Ain't touched the mic like this
I'm with the family, you ain't high like this
And that's probably why your queen wan ride this dick

[Bridge: Slimneedabag]
You ain't fly like this
It would take a hundred ways to get high like this
I been smoking Backwoods, getting fried like this

[Verse 6: Christ Dillinger]
Bitch my life is disco so my teeth is made of gold
Yeah my money old and my shit is growing mold
Game sold, not told
Bitch we got that pistol so I'm acting real bold
And yo boy a snitch
He got locked up and he told
(He a rat, he a rat)
Came in with a big gun, big fun
Pussy n***a talking shit
He can come and get some
(Talking that shit)
Gun longer than the fucking Nile River
Got a gun so thick, make a n***a look thinner
Got guns bigger than a pussy n***a head in this bitch
Bullets so big I can barely fit them shits in this shit
Got guns longer than a n***a college disposition
Look at a pussy n***a, tell him stay in his position
I got fiends selling dope, I'm giving them commission
Take a n***a bitch and then I put her in position
(Fuck that n***a)
[Outro:]
Ho asked for permission so I made her do the dishes
We been in the kitchen, we don't do no water-whipping
Put it in the microwave, beep beep beep
Balling like D Wade and I got the heat
Yeah
Bend the bitch over, make her skeet
Yeah, then I made the ho swallow my skeet
Yeah